Eat your heart out.

Listen to Her fruits:

so delicious
holistically nutritious
deliver me from evil
boxed cancer waves
icicles vicious

read the colors
flexible dexterous
lie if you want to hide
spicy if the work is hard
sweet if for breakfast

ripped from the ground
protective sheeting
under cover only fleeting
soft womb for your mouth

Red cautious reaction
poison weaving vine
worship the winding
devour inside out

Orange sweet preparation
ooey gooey decadent
keys open transcendent
unlock Pandora's Box

Yellow open pollination
sunshine reflex radiant
blinding pastel gradient
petals stiffly soft

Green fearless syndication
narrow sneaks shifty snakes
riding straight and strait
sliding steady - snap!

Blue mystery vacation
slippery chilled cottage stone
home away from home
drive on down the road

Purple temporal divination
bejeweled unspoken volume
other fruits noms de plume
devices unexplained


Be blessed burning
tongue, lips, nerves alight
revealing secrets
life's love garden
receive gift of second sight

Open up...

On finding your coffeeshop.

Life is beautiful,
          regardless of the hell we swim in
          & the love we choke on.
A day, sunny & blue
          to explore my South Street--
          not as tourist, but at home.
So many places, just tryna' make it
          Aladeen out of business?
          Failed Disney's magic carpet.
Keep on, Big Green Earth Store--
          I want this: free--
          take all 3. Sold!
No more cancer in my space.
          No more Dollar Store scares.
          Still an hour? I need dinner.

Time to try The Bean.
          Almost empty--like I want it.
          Soft music, soft typing,
               chairs which don't corrupt.
Gimme the standard-wich,
          with bagel, egg, & cheese.
               Hot coffee--gimme plenty
               & Tabasco, don't get lazy.
Window seat, best light,
          best spot to escape,
          see faces & street.

There's that old man I passed
          stopped right outside--opposite:
          grey beard, red pants, Cosby sweater, rusty bike,
          lingering stare: Just.For.Me.
He's Beat. He knows.
          Had to find me again
               to gift me with that wink & grin.
              Thanks, man.

Must learn of she whom he becries,
          with the benzedrine & the suicide eyes.
          Don't hear the freedwomen--only guys:
               what if where & who I'm with
               are my place & guides?

The chick with the words, me--
          amidst the tongue-tied, stuck inside.
               checks & balances,
               callbacks, freakouts.
Come here for a minute...
          No! Take me with you.
               Calm down, listen,
               & provide me protection.
We can do this alone, or try,
          but why?
               We won't make it out alive:
               Alive the way we need to die
                    to step out on the right side.

F

A space is only as clean as its bathroom.

Fuck yes.

From Whence It Came or To Whence It Goes?

Originality, a Western distortion:

My thoughts are all History.

I'm not at all Special,

but it's a nice comradery

to know I'm not alone--

just amongst Special.

Available in All Shapes, Sizes, and Forms.

Sorry for not posting in the last week. Been battling this butt demon and a virus on my laptop. In case you're interested, my post for the FMF Women, Money, & Power Summit did make it onto their blog. Found here.

On Gravity.

What you are about to see may surprise you. The formation of a black hole is not something to be taken lightly.

It takes millions, billions, trillions of years from the birth of the star...

...to the point in its lifespan where it dies and creates a gravitational pull so strong that nothing, nothing escapes its crushing chasm.

Fortunately, this is just an ultrasound of my butt!

A nasty cycling accident on March 13 led to this...

...and a misdiagnosis at Student Health Services at The University of Delaware (surprised?) led to living with a calcified hematoma for 7 months.




I have to get the blood clot surgically removed from my muscle tissue on October 12. Seems this annoying manifestation of bad juju in my derriere gave me a fever last week and could cause blood poisoning.

So, please, after you're done giggling, please pray, meditate on, and otherwise push healthy thoughts and positive energy toward my butt over the next week, that we might slay the demon with minimal scarring. If it was my head, you would, and I consider my butt pre-tty important.

Thanks! We appreciate it!

Today's Episode...

... is brought to you by the letter "W"
for "Womanhood"
and "Wondrous"
because We are both.

Today's episode is not
brought to you by the letter "E"
because Wondrous is that Way
and not WondErous.

Fun fact. Lesson learned.

sesame's treet smart e's.

Went to First Friday last night and had a real world Stumbleupon in a brand new dusty poster warehouse. Bought an insane poster because of its colors and because it says "sesame's treet smart e's" (i.e. sesamestreetsmarts): totally perfect for an "I-like-being-grown-up-but-don't-want-to-Grow-Up" apartment!

But, to buy a poster and known nothing about the music it's representing is B.A.D. So I Googled it, and the result has made me even happier. Perfect purchase!

Enjoy!